Youth by The Crookes.
Standard tuning, no capo. Enjoy.
E Abm
With split lips, oh a smile can be hard.
E A
Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of youthful scars.
E Abm
They made it clear from the very start,
E A
That pain lies beyond the cries of damned young hearts.
B Dbm F#m E B
Does it show in my sunken eyes that these concrete skies move too slow?
E Abm
Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely nights.
E A
Blood drips downs my knees...I'm sick of worthless fights.
B Dbm F#m
Does it show in my sullied smile that it's not my style?
E B
Time slows, let me go.
E Abm
But I just let things slide,
Dbm
In the glow of pale lights,
A
As our laughter splits the night.
E Abm
In time, I'll grow to find,
Dbm
That all we'll ever have,
A
Are blissful moments quickly passed.
F#m
It's obscene,
B E
They're so few and far between.
E Abm
I'll take solitude and I'll take calm.
E A
All my hopes were chewed and spat out (with charm).
B Dbm
Faith entwined all my deepest fears,
F#m
And my strange ideas,
E
Youth might be kind.
E Abm
But I just let things slide,
Dbm
In the glow of pale lights,
A
As our laughter splits the night.
E Abm
In time, I'll grow to find,
Dbm
That all we'll ever have,
A
Are blissful moments quickly passed.
F#m
It's obscene,
B E
They're so few and far between.